Sanity

The hulking shadows creep around the inner walls of what used to be my sanity. Clawing and reaching with fever pulsing fingers and palms. The room feels smaller as they lurk and sulk around the already sweat moistened bed.





Darkness looms ever closer with every mammoth step they take.


Fear, anger, lust, need, fill every open nook and crannie of my naked being.





What is it thees shadows want from me. I give everything I have, and still the raging wild needs come back every night with even more hunger for what I have no clue.


My sanity drips from my eyes wetting cheeks and lips, the salty taste of it rolls over my tongue and explodes a shiver down into my core.





The writhing begins, unwanted, un needed , but lusting for more.


Every bite, every scratch tattooing my snake rolling flesh as if I were a canvas of skin and my crimson was the paint.





Each shadowed fuck, each shadowed fuck, EACH SHADOWED FUCK takes it place after another, and another, AND A FUCKING NOTHER. Screams of my sanity are never heard over the crys of lust.





Liquid need and sex pool around my waving body unable to stop it, unyielding to my pleas of mercy and begging.





I am again forced to let go of my dripping, heated, searing, life from my used body.





The shadows slink back into the walls, only to wait for the next night when my sanity become my hardened INSANITY grows again.